It was the end of the work week, and it was drinkin night. Me and my buddy, Rick by the way, made enough in tips to get a few rounds. We decided to hi...t up this one bar that was a bar and doubled as a dance club too. It was one of our favorite spots since we knew all the bartenders, bouncers, and some of the regulars. We also used to mix music with the DJ from time to time. So we start off with some shots and a beer chaser. We talked to the bartender for a bit before ordering another round of. Less clear was why Peter called them Mets, perhaps they were disguised as baseball players, somehow. Significantly, her 'new source' was going to try and kill the terrorists. Check that: there was no 'try' ... he was going to kill them.Perhaps she could acquire the source at the same time. But if she acquired him, did that mean that the terrorists would succeed, since they were not killed? Peter had never said whether the terrorist plot would succeed or fail, nor whether he would kill them. In its mouth, a purple flower."Really?" Adanya frowned."What is it?" Anelie asked. Adanya shook her head."It helps you breathe. Opens the lungs ... oh!" Her eyes widened. "Oh! Of course! I never would have thought of that!" She slowly extended her hand towards the bird, palm up. The small flower dropped onto her fingers. "Thank you, Zywie." She bowed. The bird bowed back. "Zuza, bring James a cup of water."The girl leapt into action. Ruta dropped down onto one knee beside Adanya."Thank you,. I’ll be gentle.” She suddenly started to cry, but didn’t try to move away.“I’m sorry. It’s OK, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said. She shook her head and laid down comfortably on top of me. I lifted her up, and said, “Could you put it where it goes?” She grabbed my dick, the first time she had done so, and felt it around a bit before guiding it to her wet pussy.I could only get the head in at first. I placed my greedy hands on her tits again as I heard the passenger door open..